Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Nas,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.